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May 2016
Those who wander without a noise
Playing with their old kid toys;
Remembering the fun times they had
While dreaming of their deadbeat dad.

But little did they know, he wasn’t perfect
for him to be born with a mental defect.
They expected him to happy
Always wandering with joy;
He just couldn’t stop playing with that little kid toy.

He did best to hide
But his chances were too wide
One night, it all got to his head
When he pulled the trigger next to his bed.

Luckly,
It was all just a dream
Waking up to their horrible screams.
They rush to at their fathers stay
While telling them, “It’ll all be okay”.

The father takes his gun
Handing it to his son
Preparing to eject;
And not even trying to protect.

Their dad’s defect
Must have got to their head
When the kids pulled the trigger;
And dropped dead.

As they come to a wake;
Seeing their father laying in bed
Sleeping in a quiet position;
But actually is dead.

Coming to realize,
Their father was always in joy
Stuck playing with that little kid toy.
Kelly Miller
Written by
Kelly Miller  F/United States
(F/United States)   
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